A hole in the sand, an elephant and a seppuku

Digging a hole in the sand is as simple as exciting: it is inherently intuitive and at the same time unnatural, irrational and challenging. Even knowing for sure that the sand is doomed to return to its initial moment is our activity from the very first moment a show of defiance to the destination. An example of stubbornness in pursuit of the art of the absurd and the boast: a set of maneuvers impossible crutch moves. An almost perfect sample of the artificiality of the human being and its expiration.

It is therefore the quarry of Añorga, as well as its historical factory activity, an energetic act of denial of the fundamental. An anti-natura manifesto as suggestive as perishable and with an announced death.

What remains of this fight against time and destiny? Where do the victims caused by it lie?

The recovery of the identity of the valley goes through the unearthing of its latent realities. Two beats that are heard from beneath: the first. the anthropic; the second. the ecological. Memories and landscapes buried by the human activity that await his triumphant return.

We talk about the programmed obsolescence of the obsolescence itself. Of the gradual introduction of the own identity.
We talk about the seppuku process and the last walk of the elephant. About knowing how to die but how to give life.
We speak about a bombardment of begun sentences yet to complete and also about the covering of grafts for the resurgence.
The calculated death of a factory and the resurgence of a valley. Memories that leave and stories that come. A happy ending, but an even better beginning.